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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.