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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.