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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.