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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.