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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.