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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.