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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.