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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.