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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.