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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.