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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Kinks 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
cv313,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
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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.