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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.