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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Can,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.