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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.