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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.