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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.