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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.