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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.