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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.