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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.