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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.