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 United Kingdom 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.