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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.