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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Pole,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.