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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Crime,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.