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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.