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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.