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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.