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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Altered Images,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.