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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.