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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.