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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.