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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.