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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.