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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.