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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.