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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.