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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.