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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.