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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.