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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Faust to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Slave,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.