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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.