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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.