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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.