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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.