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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.