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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.