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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.