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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.