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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.