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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.