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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.