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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.