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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.