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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.