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 Singapore and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Liliput,
John Cale,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.