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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.