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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.