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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.