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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.