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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.