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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.