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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.