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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.