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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Index,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.