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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.