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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Fear,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.