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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.