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 Australia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Pole,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Urselle,
Index,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.