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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.