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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.