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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Mars,
Kayak,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.