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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.