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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.