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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.