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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.