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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.