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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.