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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.