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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.