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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.