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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.