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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Shoche,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.