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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
UT,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.