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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.