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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.