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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.