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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.