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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.