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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.