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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flag to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.