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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.