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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.