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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Kayak,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.