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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Names,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.