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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.