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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.