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 Germany and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
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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.