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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.