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 Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.