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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.