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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.