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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Swans 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Fear,
Television,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.