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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.