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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.