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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.