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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.