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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.