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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.