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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.