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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.