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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.