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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.