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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Magma,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.