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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Franke to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Slave,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.