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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.