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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Swans,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.