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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.