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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.