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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.