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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.