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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.