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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.