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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.