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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
UT,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Standells,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Pole,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.