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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.