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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Nas,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.