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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.