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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.