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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.