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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.