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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.