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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.