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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.