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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
DNA,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.