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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.