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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.