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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.