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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.