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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Can,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.