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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.