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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.