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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.