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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.