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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Magma,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.