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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.