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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.