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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.