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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.