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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.