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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.