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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.