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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.