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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
the Association,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.