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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
ABC,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.