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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
PIL,
June Days,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.