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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.