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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.