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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.