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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.