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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.