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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.