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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.