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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.