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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.