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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
cv313,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.