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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.