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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.