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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.