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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Names,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.