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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.