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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Television,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.