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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.