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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.