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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Echospace,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.