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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.