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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.