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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.