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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.