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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Swans,
CMW,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.