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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.