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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.