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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
JFA,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Can,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Nas,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.