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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Ituana,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.