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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.