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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
a-ha,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.