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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.