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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.