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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.