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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.