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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.