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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.