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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.