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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Magma,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Television,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.