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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.