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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
the Association,
MDC,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.