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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.