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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
EPMD,
Can,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.