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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Mars,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.