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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Smog,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.