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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Can,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.