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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.