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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.