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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.