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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.