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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.