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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.