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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.