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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.