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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.