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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.