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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.