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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.