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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.