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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.