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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.