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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.