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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.