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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Maurizio 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.