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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
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.