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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.