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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.