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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.