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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.