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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Monks,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.