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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.