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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.