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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.