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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.