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 Zambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.