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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.