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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
ABC,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.