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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.