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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Slits 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.