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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Nico,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.