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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
PIL,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.