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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.