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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.