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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.