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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.