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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.