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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Interpol to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.