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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.