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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.