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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.