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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Index,
The Seeds,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.