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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.