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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.