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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.