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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.