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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.