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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
UT,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.