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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.