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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.