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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.