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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.