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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.