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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.