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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.