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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.