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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.