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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.