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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Echospace,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.