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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.