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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Liliput,
10cc,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.