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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.