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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.