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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.