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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Magma,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.