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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.