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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.