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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.