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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.