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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.