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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.