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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.