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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.