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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.