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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.