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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.