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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.