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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.