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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.