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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.