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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Swans,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Franke,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.