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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.