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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.