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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.