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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.