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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.