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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Rakim,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.