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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.