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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.