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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.