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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.