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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.