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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
The Human League,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.