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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Mars,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.