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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.