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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.