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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.