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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.