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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.