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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.