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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Wings,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.