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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.