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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
X-102,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.