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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.