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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.