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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.