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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.