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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.