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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.