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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.