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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Slave,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.