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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.