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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.