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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.