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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.