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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.