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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.