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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.