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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.