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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.