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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.