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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.