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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.