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 Israel and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.