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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.