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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.