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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.