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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.