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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.