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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.