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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.