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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Television,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.