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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.