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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.