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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.