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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.