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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.