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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.