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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.