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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.