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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.