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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.