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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.