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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.