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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Japan,
Technova,
Wings,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.