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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.