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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Crime,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.