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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Wire,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.