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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.