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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Technova,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.