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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.