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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.