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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.