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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.