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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.