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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.