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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.