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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.