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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.