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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.