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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.