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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.