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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.