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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Smog,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.