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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.