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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Litter,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.