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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.