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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
cv313,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Move,
the Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.