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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.