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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.