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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
AZ,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.