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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.