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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.