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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.