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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.