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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.