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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
ABC,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
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.