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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 New Order to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.