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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.