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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
New Order,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.