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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.