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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.