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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.