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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.