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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.