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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.