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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.