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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.