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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.