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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.