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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.