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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Brick,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.