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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 UT 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Move,
Monolake,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.