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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.