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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.