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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Unwound,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.