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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.