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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.