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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.