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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.