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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Nico,
Swans,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.