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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.