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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.