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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.