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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.