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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.