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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.