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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.