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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Chrome 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.