Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
JFA,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.