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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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-102 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.