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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.