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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.