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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.