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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.