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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Move to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.