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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
ABC,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.