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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
UT,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.