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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Roxette,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.