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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.