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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.