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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.