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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.