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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.