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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.