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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.