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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.