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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.