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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.