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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.