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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 The Gories 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.