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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.