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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.