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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Faust,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.