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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.