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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.