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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.