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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.