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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.