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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.