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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.