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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.