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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.