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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Dead C to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.