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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.