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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.