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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
the Association,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Monks,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Suicide,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.