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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.