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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Technova,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.