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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.