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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.