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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.