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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.