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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.