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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne 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 punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.