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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.