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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
cv313,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Faust,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.