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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.