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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.