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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.