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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.