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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.