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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
CMW,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.