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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Litter to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.