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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.