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 Burundi and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.