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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Organ,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.