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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.