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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Wings,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.