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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.