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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.