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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.