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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.