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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.