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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
AZ,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.