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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Music Machine 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Ludus,
New Order,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.