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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Monks,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.