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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.