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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.