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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.