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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.