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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.