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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.