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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.