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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.