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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Magma,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.