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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.