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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.