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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
PIL,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.