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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.