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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.