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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.