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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Can,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.