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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.