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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.