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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.