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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.