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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.