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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.