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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.