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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Busters,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.