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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.