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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.