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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.