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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.