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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.