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 Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Swans,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.