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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yellowson 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.